Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Noooooo Mr. Nanners!

So we had friends over on Sunday night, and anyone who lives in DC could tell you it was absolutely beautiful that day and evening - warm enough to eat outside with a light jacket.

Puck came over and helped us cook - an amazing thai coconut curry, with coconut-lime rice, and accompanied by black-eyed-pea pancakes topped with rip-your-eyeballs-out-spicy mango chutney and copious amounts of wine. YEAH!

Anyhoo, Mr. Nanners and Monkey Stick came over, of course, and proceeded to climb all over me for 2 hours. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when I woke up gagging because my throat was swollen shut - yikes!

It's Friday now, and I have to say that I'm just... yeah, JUST getting over feeling like crap from those kitties. Andy said I shouldn't be surprised, because I was "molesting them" for hours. But STILL.. UGH.

I have pictures to prove that these kitties exist, but darnit, I can't get them on this thing...

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Mr. Nanners and his friend Monkey Stick!

Andy and I have a "fake pet" - a little neighborhood kitty we call Mr. Nanners, who likes to come into our back yard on occasion. He's super super cute - teeny little gray tabby who is ridiculously snuggly. We heart Mr. Nanners. The other day I saw a flyer in my hood that he was missing! And I found out that his name is really "Misty" or some other boring vanilla name like that. So we jokingly started calling him our flat pet. I know, it's not very funny... but we did laugh... hangs head in shame

So last night, Mr. Nanners came back!!! and he brought a puffy little white kitty friend who we named Monkey Stick (don't ask... if you like the comic Lenore you'll get the joke - oop oop). I was so happy that I didn't have to imagine him in someone's tire tread any more! Yay!

The end.


I love Tom Jones. There, I said it. Went and saw him at the 9:30 club last night - MAN is he ever GREAT. You can read all about it here

Friday, November 04, 2005

the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon and me

My parents pointed out last night that I was, most likely, now a part of the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon. We brainstormed a bunch, and they were right! Here's what we came up with:

Kevin Bacon in Mystic River with Tim Robbins
Tim Robbins in Top Gun (believe it or not...) with Tom Cruise
Tom Cruise in Far and Away with Nicole Kidman
Nicole Kidman with me!

moahahaha... my plot to take over the entertainment industry is FINALLY coming together...

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Rosa Parks

I was fortunate enough to see the funeral procession of Rosa parks from the Metropolitan AME Church through DC yesterday. Her hearse was followed by an empty vintage Metro bus and 2 other contemporary Metro busses full of family and friends. It gave me goosebumps, and it brightened my day to think on the legacy that one tiny woman could leave behind.

I found this quote, which I particularly liked:

"I am leaving this legacy to all of you ... to bring peace, justice, equality, love and a fulfillment of what our lives should be. Without vision, the people will perish, and without courage and inspiration, dreams will die."

I hope we can build on and maintain the results of all her hard work.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

spinnin with the stars

So, as you DC peeps may or may not know, Nicole Kidman and "new James Bond" Daniel Craig have been in town for the last few weeks or months or something to film their new sci-fi movie (I've heard it called a couple of things, and being out of the loop as I am, I will not even TRY to speculate which title is correct...)


They finished up filming last week, and had a big party to celebrate wrapping the film. I had the pleasure of spinning that party, which was very very cool and a lot of fun. It was held at Asia Nora, sister restaurant to Restaurant Nora. Both are in DC, and both are certified organic - which is to say that 99% of all the food, linens, uniforms, etc. are raised/made/produced by organic means. The only rough things are fish and salt, as one cannot regulate the ocean (and farm raised fish are, for the most part, very bad for the environment and each other). But I digress.

The party was fun - I was tucked into a little cave-like banquet/alcove, blocked off by a table, and only accessible by climbing over said table. Being the social phobic that I am, it was nice to watch the party without actually having to speak to anyone. There was speculation that the stars of the evening would just do a "fly by", but they actually arrived early and stayed through to the end. NK is very nice - she looks every bit as tall and willowy in person as in photos, and was gracious, nice, and enthusiastic when I asked her if she was happy with the music.

Didn't get to meet Daniel Craig, but in seeing him in person, he seemed a bit rough around the edges to play James Bond. I would've thought maybe a Ewan MacGregor or something like that... whatever... I guess when the name on the back of the director's chair says "e", I'll be able to make such decisions.

Anyhoo, there's really LITERALLY nothing exciting, amazing, or magical to report. It was a very fun party - people danced (including one little towheadded fella who couldn't have been more than 7 or 8, who was a breakdancing fool - including back flips, y'all...), got their drink on expertly, and rocked more cool shoes and bags than you can possibly imagine.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Not to go on and on, but...

there's a beautiful, full-page ad in this week's City Paper that the 9:30 club took out to remember our Mr. Phil.

It's on page 71. Check it out, y'all. It's a beauty.

I'm gonna go cry my eyes out now...

getting better all the time

By the way, I am NOT a beatles fan, but that header seemed appropriate today.

So, mood of the day:

Feeling good.

Feeling strong.

All that stuff.

Andy and I got tribute tattoos for our pal yesterday. Andy got a nautical compass on the underside of his left wrist, and I got the beginning of a bigger tribute piece that will be built on over time. For now, it has a little cartoon, big-eyed punky/gothy dj girl (can't imagine WHO that could possibly represent...) with a turntable in her lap, impossibly gigantic boots, and stuff flying around her head. One thing flying around is a pink, crooked, broken music note, another tribute for my dear pal Mark Gregory, who died of AIDS almost 10 years ago (it seems utterly IMPOSSIBLE to comprehend that it was that long ago...) and the other is a little shamrock with wings and a halo for Mr. Phil. It's all done in pink and black, and is cute to the 10th power. I heart my new tattooooooo. Both Andy's and mine were done (as always) at Metro Ink, the shop where my pal Miss Dee and her husband Mike do their thing with ink and needles. I've known Dee since I was 16, and she is literally one of the best in the bid-nez. Plus she's cool and funny to boot.

Shameless plug - Metro Ink can be found at 5006 Berwyn rd. College Park, MD - 301-220-2288

Other highlight of the week was the High Heeled Drag Races. You would be amazed how fast those ladies can run with falsies, a wig and 5 inch platforms on, seriously! You can see pics of times past here. AMAZING!

Time for that silly work thing I've been hearing so much about...

Monday, October 24, 2005


Did Bliss on Saturday night - which was totally fun (and no, I'm not posting a setlist for that one either...) - slept about 2 hours, and went out to the Arlington Skatepark for an 8am tribute. What I didn't know about my pal was that he was an avid skateboarder! I'm totally not surprised, but it's like finding out you have a ton of cousins you never met. The guys were all super talented, ranged in age from 2 years old to 50 years old, and shredded like you wouldn't believe in honor of Phil. It was super, super, super cool, and you could tell that his family was honored and touched that so many people cared about him so deeply.

Favorite Mr. Phil story of the weekend: At the old 9:30 club, there was a loooong hallway from the front door to the actual entrance to the club itself. The doorstaff stood inside, at the end of the hallway next to the club entrance. One night, Phil was standing at the entrance with one of the other doorstaff (can't remember who it was, of course...) and a pretty drunk guy came down the hall to get into the club. Phil asked him for his ID. The guy said, "Okay, but you're going to feel like an asshole" - and handed Phil his wallet. Mr. Phil looked at his ID, then threw the guy's wallet all the way down to the other end of the hall. He said, "Hmph. NOW I feel like an asshole."

That's our Mr. Phil for you...

Andy and I spent the rest of the day in a major fog. We went to 2 Amys for lunch, then came home, cleaned up the remnants of hurricaine Andy and Erin, and watched Shaolin Soccer. Passed out at 9:30 pm for some much-needed sleep.

So, what are the things I learned/took away from weekend, you might ask? Well, first and foremost - keep in touch with the people you care about, and get the ones you don't out of your life. Live every day like it's your last. Take chances. Be funny as hell - always. Be kind. Be honest. Be there for peeps who need it - whether it's to defend them or to comfort them. Be clumsy sometimes. Don't be afraid to cry. Love your pals with wreckless abandon. Do the things that make you happy, rather than the things that make you comfortable. And finally, remember: out of sight does not, EVER mean out of mind. Especially when someone leaves this life. Those are the lessons that Mr. Phil left behind, and all are the reasons we loved him so.

If you knew him, or if you're looking for a good charity to donate to this holiday season, please make checks payable to Skatepark of Baltimore, write "Mr. Phil Fund" in the Memo section of your check, and mail to:

State of Confusion
c/o SOB
8222 Pulaski Hwy.
Rosedale, MD 21237

My understanding is that proceeds will go to the construction and maintenance of the new Baltimore Skatepark. Werd.

That is all I have to say - although I might post a pic or 2 sometime soon.

RIP, Mr. Phil.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

My dumb old weekend.

Went to Mr. Phil's viewing last night. God that sucked so much. I have been brought to my knees with grief. My only comfort was that my 9:30 club "family" represented en force. I love those guys - it was devistating to see those big old fellas all crying.

Had to basically go right from there to Right Round - it wasn't a great night in terms of numbers, but I did get to play a couple of tributes to my pal and dance my ass off, which was lovely. Ended the night with Ball and Chain by Social Distortion. I also played Streams of Whiskey by the Pogues, which was wonderful. I do not have a set list, as I was caught up in the momentum and emotion of the evening. So don't ask, k?

Today was the funeral and wake. The funeral was in a catholic church, and as I am spiritual but not religious, I wasn't a huge fan. It was a lovely service, I just couldn't relate to some of the sentiment, etc. That's just my opinion - you religious types need not freak out. The wake was at the 9:30 club - GWAR was setting up while we all hung out in the upstairs balcony, which was funny, ironic and perfect. There was food and an open bar, a wall of photos and one of Mr. Phil's snowboards, which we all signed.

People gave tributes - Andy and I included - and they played a song called "I'm Going to Live Before I Die" at the very end. It was wonderful, and each gathering with this group made it all just that much easier.

That's all I know - for now, anyway.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

My dear friend Phil

I got back from my vacation last night, feeling relaxed and tanned. I went to work, and got a phone call from Andy that our friend, Phil O'Donnell, better known as Mr. Phil, died on Tuesday in a motorcycle accident. I'm still reeling. I'm still sick. I'm still floored beyond belief. Things like that don't happen to people like Mr. Phil. He's invincible. He's indestructable. As Andy said, he's the closest we've ever met to a living superhero.

We've known Mr. Phil since back in Andy's 9:30 club doorstaff days. He was one of the single sweetest, nicest, craziest motherfuckers I've ever met, and Andy and I absolutely adored him. He gave the most awesome, back-cracking hugs you could ever, ever ask for, and is the only man aside from my husband who could make me blush with his complements. But it wasn't just me - he made everyone feel that way. We've spent the day in hysterics - the crying kind and the laughing kind - thinking about all the funny/insane/ridiculous/wonderful things that man did, both on his own and with his sweet, tiny lady-friend Puck.

I am heartbroken. Andy is devistated. I don't know what else to say. The world is a worse place today.

We love you, Mr. Phil. We will miss you so.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

hmph. Oh, and that setlist thing...

You know, sometimes I wonder how some peeps can live with themselves. How they can live with the evil/bad/mean things they do, the lives they affect, and the people they fuck up, and not take accountability for their actions. Not necessarily thinking of anyone in particular (kind of lying, kind of not), just thinking out loud.

Anyway, Right Round was kewl - 270 on the clicker, and lots of sound issues. It was special, but not as special as me face-planting on the stage that is now a good 5-6" higher than it was last month. I was trying to jump up to fix a lighting issue, and went ass over teakettle. Me and my big, dumb shoes, I swear...

Anyway, here's the poop, with * by the requests:

Stranglers - Golden Brown
Psychadelic Furs - Until She Comes
Taco - Puttin' On the Ritz
Sugarcubes - Hit
Roxette - The Look
Siouxsie - Kiss Them For Me
Sinead O' Connor - Stretched On Your Grave (remix)
Level 42 - Something About You
Men Without Hats - Safety Dance (UK Remix)
* Book of Love - Boy
Figures On A Beach - Suddenly 5th Avenue (Gloria)
Erasure - A Little Respect
Automation - Obsession
Psychadelic Furs - Heartbreak Beat (remix)
Blondie - Heart of Glass
Depeche Mode - Everything Counts
Frankie Goes to Hollywood - Relax (remix)
Madness - Our House (remix)
The Cult - Rain
The Cure - Let's Go to Bed
The Smiths - This Charming Man
The Jam - Town Called Malice
Violent Femmes - Blister In the Sun
Erasure - Drama (remix)
Talk Talk - It's My Life (12" remix)
New Orer - Temptation (god DAMN do I love that song...)
Simple Minds - Love Song
Eurythmics - Would I Lie to You?
Pet Shop Boys - Always on my Mind (disco remix)
Siouxsie - Wheels on Fire (incendiary mix)
Flesh For Lulu - I go Crazy
Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough (remix)
Real Life - Send Me An Angel (remix)
Buggles - Video Killed the Radio Star
The Smiths - There is a light that never goes out
English Beat - Save it for Later
New Order - Blue Monday
Blondie - Atomic
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
Yaz - Don't Go
Psychadelic Furs - Pretty In Pink
Echo and the Bunnymen - The Cutter
OMD - Telegraph
The Cars - Tonight She Comes
Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart
Clash - Spanish Bombs
Cure - In Between Days
Smiths - You Just Haven't Earned it Yet Baby
U2 - I will follow
Red Rockers - China
Flock of Seagulls - I Ran
INXS - Don't Change
Violent Femmes - Add it Up
Blondie - One Way or Another
Billy Idol - Dancing with Myself
Iggy Pop - Lust for Life
Adam Ant - Goody 2 Shoes

Encore - James - Laid

I'm a lazy sod...

I realized recently that I haven't really posted anything of a personal nature for quite some time now. Just set lists and such, but nothing of substance. Nothing of matter.

I can be quite an overworked little monkey when I set my mind to it. Seriously - I literally work about 60-80 hours a week between my day job and my dj job - and with so much of it done on the computer, often the last thought I can bear is putting any more words into the world.

Anyway, I hear the lilting strains of the world's tiniest violin, playing just for all of the overworked Creative Agents / djs.

You know, though? I do have one tiny little thing I'd like to rage on for a couple of lines. That is, people I have known who have done me wrong, then get surprised when I am tired of dealing with their mess, and decide to cut them out of my life in one way or another. I wouldn't say I'm a huge grudge holder, but there are definitely a distinct handfull of individuals who fall into my lifetime grudge category. Sometimes I lean toward forgiveness, then the past pulls me right back into bitter focus. Don't really like to admit that about myself, but it's true.

I mean, I try to be a good person in my life, really I do, but being judgemental is so much more FUN!

Friday, September 09, 2005

CRASH! Setlist - 9/8/05 - Featured artist: Siouxsie

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..... huh? whu, wha??!!

oh, just taking a nap after djing until 2:00 this morning... (YAWN)

Great night last night, even with the cheezy people telling me that I needed to "pick up the pace, cause there's people who wanna dance here." Yeah. Okay. Whatever Potsy.

Anyhoo, here's the setlist (Requests with * Beside them):

Siouxsie - Dazzle
Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
Digable Planets - Cool Like Dat
Ian Drury - Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll
Fu Schnickens - Ring the Alarm
Maceo & the Macks - Cross the Tracks
De La Soul - Buddy
Men Without Hats - Safety Dance (12" remix)
Snatch Soundtrack - Rabbit Chase
Heaven 17 - Let me Go
Stereo MCs - Deep Down & Dirty
* Siouxsie - Peek a Boo
Black Eyed Peas - The Boogie that B
Book of Love - I Touch Roses (long-stemmed version)
Pop Will Eat Itself - There Is No Love Between Us
Nerd - She Wants to Move
Stereo MCs - Step It Up
Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls
I:Cube - Vaccum Jockers
Nitzer Ebb - Getting Closer
* Slade - Run, Run Away
Figures on a Beach - Accidentaly 4th Street
Siouxsie - Fear (of the Unknown)
Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb (remix)
Front 242 - Im Rhythmus Beiben
!!! - Hello, is this thing on?
* Green Velvet - Preacherman (remix)
Gang of 4 - At Home He's a Tourist
Erasure - Voulez Vous
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
LIL'E MASHUP: Caesars - Jerk it Out / Zombies - She's Not There
Royskopp - Poor Leno
Creatures - Standing there (Andalusyan Remix)
Kenna - Free Time
Erasure - Blue Savannah (Remix I)
Furniture - Brilliant Mind
John Lydon / Afrika Bambata - World Destruction (played to drive aforementioned 'Potsy' out)
Human League - Sound of the Crowd (12" remix)
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
The Church - Reptile
The Killers - Mr. Brightside
Le Tigre - Deceptacon
Siouxsie - Killing Jar
Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl

zzzz - back to sleep

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Right Round - 8/20 Setlist

GREAT night! I heard from the people there that they had a blast going from Mousetrap to Right Round - the backstage was packed, the dancing fools were on fire - what can I say? I was thrilled.

Anyway, here's the setlist (there might have been a couple of requests smooshed in there that I forgot, but cest la vie...)

Psychadelic Furs - Until She Comes
Heaven 17 - Let me Go
Simple Minds - Don't You Forget About Me
Kraftwerk - Musique Non Stop
Beluois Some - Imagination
INXS - Black & White
Men at Work - Land Down Under
Erasure - Victim of Love
Kajagoogoo - Too Shy
Human League - Fascination
Talking Heads - Up All Night
Duran Duran - Union of the Snake
REM - Orange Crush
Pop Will Eat Itself - There Is No Love Between Us
B52s - Mesopotamia
New Order - True Faith
Siouxsie and the Banshees - Ornaments of Gold
Midnight Oil - Beds Are Burning
Sinead O'Connor - Emperors New Clothes
Depeche Mode - Strangelove
Oingo Boingo - Weird Science
Squeeze - Hourglass
Tears For Fears - Mother's Talk
OMD - So In Love
New Order - Sub Culture
Yaz - Situation
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
Anything Box - Living In Oblivion
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
Peter Schilling - The Different Story
Echo ATB - Lips Like Sugar
Simple Minds - Lovesong
Dead or Alive - You Spin Me
PSB - Left to My Own Devices
Buggles - Video Killed the Radio Star
Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
Sinead - Mandinka
Eurythmics - Would I Lie to You
New Order - Blue Monday
Depeche Mode - Pleasure, Little Treasure
The Clash - London Calling
Blondie - Call Me
The Fixx - One Thing Leads to Another
Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up
OMD - Enola Gay
Men Without Hats - Pop Goes the World
The Cult - She Sells Sanctuary
Alphaville - Dance With Me
INXS - Devil Inside
Elvis Costello - Pump it Up
Modern English - Melt With You
Devo - Whip It
U2 - I Will Follow
Violent Femmes - Gone Daddy Gone
B52s - Own Private Idaho
Smiths - Ask
Cure - Just Like Heaven

Thursday, September 01, 2005

I'm here, I swear!

Just got back from Canadaland. More to come...

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Things you shouldn't do in a bar

I was in the lovely Bar Pilar the other night, and saw, as it was so eloquently coined in the movie Pulp Fiction, a seriously fucked up poobah. She was small, but you'd never know it from the sheer volume of the crap coming out of her mouth. CRIMINY!

So, with that set-up in mind, here's my list of things you shouldn't do in a bar:

1) Approach a group of 3 very drunk gentlemen who you don't know, and engage in suggestive behavior equally passionately with each one of them. This behaviour might prove confusing to all involved.

2) Whisper in any one ear of said gentelmen. However, by looking at the face of the person being whispered to, it was quite apparent to this observer that it might just be better for all of us that the discussion occured in hushed tones.

3) Put both of your hands on any and all of the aforementioned 3 gentlemen, while resting your head on that person's shoulder as you laugh at his jokes.

4) Demonstrate the size of your mouth by tilting your head back and inserting the bottom of a pint glass into it. No shit.

5) Asking 3 random strangers to spank you in a public place. Again, no shit.

I could go on and on, but I'm guessing you get the picture... So I guess you're wondering what became of this foursome, eh? Well, one of the gents had the audacity to put his hands on the girl's waist, to which she shoved him away, shouted something in his face, and left the bar. Show's over, fellas! yikes...

Thursday, August 18, 2005

I am gay for Harry Potter.

There, I said it. I love the books, I love the movies. I. Love. Harry. Frickin'. Potter. Not like. Love. Got it?

And don't sit there and tell me that you think I'm wasting my time reading the books, or that you think it's a ridiculous marketing ploy crafted to lure in stupid kids, or that I've sold out my brain or some other tough guy lameness like that. Whatever, Kerouac - I've heard it all before, and you're not changing my mind, mister. I just like a good, well-researched book that tweaks my gray matter and takes me away from all this hum-drum life crap, k? You've got your drug, I've got mine.

Oh, and if you say that you haven't read the books because you "don't care", I think you're lying (with several exceptions, and you know who you are - cause I actually know for a fact that you don't care). I think you're just afraid of what your friends will think. C'mon Billy... you know you want it... it'll make you feel good...

Okay, so maybe I'm just justifying the fact that I'm reading the 4th book for at LEAST the third time, am about to read the 5th and 6th books again for the 3rd and 2nd time, respectively (just after completing book 6 for the first time ten days ago, I might add), and have a tendency to reread the whole series all over again every time a new book comes out... but who wouldn't fall in love with a precocious little wizard boy with mussy hair and a ragtag group of pals who, singlehandedly, might just save this human race of ours with a little faith and a whole lot of magic? HUH? WHO, I ask you???? You heartless muggle.

And don't say you don't know what a muggle is, cause then I'll KNOW your ass is lying.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Overheard at work today...

"...Angelina Jolie is all lips and ass... just like a sausage."

Sunday, August 14, 2005

e is for Eeyore Who Often Feels Gloomy

This is funny. I did it with my real name, but that was boring, so I thought I'd just try my alias....

"(your name) is"
Type "(your name) is" with the quotes,
into a Google search then pick out your favorite 5 responses.
Copy, then paste your responses in a comment:

1. Vitamin e is beneficial for the eyes and lungs
2. Like Pi, e is an irrational number
3. e is very often silent in English (ain't that the truth...)
4. e is, compared to p, a relative newcomer on the mathematics scene (always late, that's me...)
5. E is a Trojan horse that mimics the online interfaces of certain Brazilian banks to try to steal account information

I also did lil'e. While most of it was fairly epitaph-strewn praise or anger about a rapper who shares my other alias, the hands-down funniest was:

Lil' E is asleep or being a little tornado(depends on if it's day or night).

CRASH - Setlist 8/11/05

This week the featured artist was supposed to be the Stereo MCs, but I totally forgot the CD... so, um... yeah. The evening was pretty good - I'm happy to be back to doing Thursdays, but am sick of the assy hotness of being up in the Zipper lounge...

Anyhoo, I put *s by all requests:

Dream Academy - Love (12" version)
Spoon - I Turn My Camera On
DJ Circle A - Come To Mother
Lou Reed - Take a Walk on the Wild Side
Wang Chung - Dance Hall Days
Siouxsie - O Baby
Tears For Fears - Head Over Heels
Black Eyed Peas - Boogie That Beat
Stereo MCs - Connected (see, I did play ONE song by them, anyway...)
Captain Sensible - Wot
INXS - Need You Tonight
* Gloria Gaynor - I will Survive
Shannon - Let the Music Play
Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence
Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls
* Prince - When Doves Cry
Duran Duran - Girls On Film
Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me
Boney M - Daddy Cool
Was Not Was - Papa Was A Rolling Stone (lil'e remix)
Blur - Girls & Boys
Kon Kan - Liberty
Sisters of Mercy - More
New Order - Sub Culture
* Pulp - Disco 2000
The Church - The Unguarded Moment
Sinead O'Connor - Mandinka
Eurythmics - Thorn In My Side
Slade - Run, Run Away
Furniture - Brilliant Mind
Deep Dish - Flashdance (He's a Dream remix)
OMD - Locomotion
Q Feel - Dancing In Heaven
Killers - Somebody Told Me
Iggy Pop - The Passenger
Clash - London Calling
Blondie - Call Me
Prince & Shiela E - Oh Shiela
Propellorheads - Shirley Bassey / History Repeating Itself
Kenna - Free Time
Raven Maize - Fascinated
Erasure - Video Killed the Radio Star

Friday, August 12, 2005

word of the day


Main Entry: sy·co·phant
Pronunciation: -f&nt also -"fant
Function: noun
Etymology: Latin sycophanta slanderer, swindler, from Greek sykophantEs slanderer, from sykon fig + phainein to show -- more at FANCY
: a servile self-seeking flatterer
synonym see PARASITE

Seems like peeps fitting this description have been awfully prevalent in my life of late. Not you, of course... :)

Friday, August 05, 2005

wearing fancy shoes is for people with little to no brains

Dudes. I have a blister from my big toe, aaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllll the way across the ball of my foot to my middle toe. It is very much gross.


Amazingly, it doesn't hurt. Just looks 10 levels of funky.

At least the shoes I wore to dinner last night looked cute.

I heart fashion. I really do. That said, I have this amazing ability to pick out shoes that are, hands down, literal torture devices. OH SURE, they look all cute/sexy/funky/cool, but there always comes that inevitable threshold in the evening where I realize that, if I take one more step, the blister will pop, the arches will give out, the toes will 'xplode through the front of the shoe, or I will simply collapse to the floor. Happens all the friggin' time, y'all.

Case in point - Corsica. (I start my story this way for my man-friend's benefit, who is no doubt peeing his pants right now...)

So yeah. Went to Corsica on vacation with my fella about 6 years ago. Took 1 pair of shoes with me. 1 pair. They were very cute, very funky, and brand new. BIG mistake. Corsica is a little island in the Mediterranean (think the birthplace of Napolean) and is just about the hilliest motherfucker I've EVER laid my lil' piggies on. You walk uphill both ways in Corsica, it is NO joke.

So, by midway through day 1, I had the most GARGANTUAN blisters of all time across the backs of BOTH heels. Excruciating, painful, horrendous blisters from h-e-double-hockey-sticks. Suckage beyond belief. And the kicker (no pun intended) was that the shops/pharmacies/restaurants/banks/grocery stores/carts/vendors in Corsica maintain the most random-assed hours of all time. It's like getting the ball through the windmill at Putt-Putt getting into one of those shops, seriously! So, not only did I have blisters the size of a small dinner plate, I could not for the life of me figure out how to get bandaids for them.

So what did I do? Buy another pair of shoes, of course! My brilliant idea was to buy shoes with no backs. Okay, so in the world of backless shoes, perhaps you're thinking clogs, or flipflops, or some other reasonable, comfortable shoe. Right? That's what you're thinking, right? Well, not so, my friends. NO. I pick the cute, sassy, 4-inch, open-toed wedge shoes made of VERY TOUGH leather. You can see where this is going, no doubt.

1 hour.

That's how long I lasted.



After one hour, I not only had the dinner plate blisters, but now had a lovely little series of 10 matching blisters across each of my toes. At that point, I couldn't even put my feet NEAR the old pair of shoes. My feet just weren't having it. In fact, they saw the old shoes and shrank up ala the Wicked Witch of the East.

Back to the shoe store. Reasonable pair of ballet slipper-like shoes were purchased. Story over.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

aah... people.

Have you ever wanted to smack the living crap out of someone? Even if it's just with the proverbial Eye-opening Stick? Me too - the other day, in fact!!!

I cannot post the whole story here. Sorry dudes. I may get hot under the collar on occasion (more often than not these days, it seems...), but I'm certainly not interested in slamming someone in a public forum. Suffice it to say, a person... we'll call him or her "Shim"... did me super wrong professionally a few months ago, then pretended not to know me when we were face to face very recently. Shim went so far as to ask, "do I know you?". It was precious, let me tell you, for the simple fact that this past issue was not a round-about, might-have-been-someone-else type situation. This was a one-on-one, face-to-face conflict and resolution that was rather ugly and utterly unforgettable (although only to me, apparently).

Look - most of the time, I try REEEEEEEEALLY hard to be the nice guy. Seriously. I do. Assholes and their minions piss me off somethin' fierce. That said, I also consider myself very direct and fair - the kind of person who walks right up to conflict, grabs it by the shoulders, and kisses it full on the mouth, Bugs Bunny style. My feeling is that it is far better to be upfront, honest, and professional in such matters. Once the conflict is over, I am over the conflict. I can move on, and play nice-nice all day long, provided the other person is able to play along as well.


When something incredibly unpleasant happens between two people, as it did in this case, and the person at fault then pushes it out of their mind enough to where it totally disappears, that just tells me that there was no lesson learned on their end. That they will never see their mistake(s), will never own up to them in terms of their own continual behavior, and will continue treating people in the same manner that got them into the conflict in the first place. That makes me sad, and it pisses me off.

Thankfully I did have the presence of mind to remind Shim exactly who I am and in what context he/she knows me, wrapping it all up with a tidy, "remember me now?". It's amazing how fast a person will leave the building when you do that.

The Eye-opening stick has now been safely returned to its case.

Thursday, July 28, 2005


After my last post, I thought I'd put up a picture of me looking smiley, happy, and not bitchy whatsoever...

See... I can be nice and friendly and accommodating....

Why being a dj can sometimes suck the life out of me

This will qualify as a rant, y'all, and may sound downright bitchy(cause I'm cranky) so if you don't want to hear it, close this window now.

So, I dj'd at St. Ex this past Friday. Normally, I don't really care who is out there or what I'm playing - I get equal amounts of joy spinning any records that I own for any people who are interested. HOWEVER, I have to say that I have a huge, stupid, freakish intolerance of the people who say the following to me (and before you go getting your panties in a twist, read my explanation below, k?):

"Um (and yes, they ALWAYS say 'um'), could you play some hip hop?"

Here are the reasons this bugs me:

1) I love hip hop. I have a rather large, eclectic collection, in fact. And when I'm djing at St. Ex, I typically bust out loads of it.

2) #1 having been said, aside from some 'old school favorites', I don't play a lot of hip hop that is played on the radio. I don't listen to the radio, I don't have television. In other words, the loop is ()here, and I am ()waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over *here* when it comes to current music. I have a couple of spies who tell me things that I should have, but aside from that, most of the music I buy comes from my own digging - both in used record bins and online. How else would I find Falco doing "Rappers Delight", I ask you???

3) Typically the people who request hip hop in such a manner do so when I play ANY song of ANY genre that they do not associate with hip hop. Most of the time, this is done with hands on hips, as if they're 'schooling' me. Anyway, if I put money on their timing, I would be stupid rich. Occasionally, this is frustrating because there are OTHER PEOPLE IN THE ROOM who might not want to hear Jay Z or Outkast or whatever. Just because you want to give your boyfriend a lapdance in front of a room full of strangers to the tune of "Butterfly" doesn't mean that everyone else does. JESUS!

4) Plus, there are other songs from other genres that some people might think are just as nice/cool/good/fun to dance to as hip hop, k???

4b) Case in point: The guy sitting right in front of me who knew all the words to all the hip hop records who requested "anything" by Hall and Oates. No shit.

5) Occasionally, (and as happened on Friday) I'm actually in the MIDDLE of playing some really cool *HIP HOP* song, when someone will STILL friggin' ask me to play hip hop. Example: I was playing a remix of "Can I Kick It" by Tribe Called Quest, when someone came up to me and said the following: "Um, (see what I'm saying???) could you PLEASE play some hip hop? I have a huge group of friends with me, and we want to dance..." I suppose my retort of, "UMMM... this IS hip hop" might have been a bit short, but I just couldn't believe it. Then the girl sulked off and pouted to her friends, while another one of them came over and told me how much I sucked, and how it was my duty to make him and his friends dance. This from a person wearing a t-shirt picturing a donkey in a Hawaiian shirt, with the words "Party Your Ass Off - Burbon Street, New Orleans" on the back of it. In my estimation, the type of music he was thinking of was vastly different from what I was thinking of. I replied that it sounded more like a problem with the people he hangs out with than me. He then went around to EVERYONE in the room - including bartenders, bouncers, etc. (and NO, I'm not exaggerating - I watched this happen) to also share his stunning revelation about my abilities with them.

Again, I come back to my point - Alcohol and crazy DO NOT mix.

Now look, I normally have pretty thick skin about such things. I don't typically care about being criticized, particularly by people strike me as gigantic music lemmings. Cause, at the end of the day, I'm going to play what I want anyway. HOWEVER, after 5 hours of standing in one place, spinning records for your entertainment, temperature about 200 degrees from my vantage point, not being able to pee, choking on your cigarette smoke, kindly don't get shitty with me because I won't play that fucking song you already heard on the radio 6 times that same evening. Oh, and your shirt is stupid, and it makes you look like an asshole.

Got it?

Rant complete. I will now step slowly away from my soap box.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

CRASH - 7/20 (Featured Artist: Kraftwerk)

Last Wednesday night was Crash / Metroblogging DC's first anniversary party. For the uninitiated, Metroblogging DC is a fun, cool place to find out all kinds of info about DC and the peeps, businesses and events powering it.

A good time was had by all - although I think everyone was super duper tired by the end. For my part, this is the 2nd night in a row that I've gotten 3-4 hours of sleep because of high levels of debauchery.

Anyway, here's a cool pic from the night, courtesy of Tom from DC Metblog:

And here's the setlist - so diggit, y'all...

Kraftwerk - The Man Machine
Gorillaz - Get the Cool Shoeshine
Candy Flip - Strawberry Fields
Beanie Man - Dude
Audio Bullys - Turned Away
Paul Simon - 50 Ways to Leave Yer Lover
Playgroup - 50 Ways to Leave Yer Lover
Bananarama - Cruel Summer
Whodini - The Freaks Come Out At Night
Stereo MCs - Connected
Stone Roses - Waterfall
Psychadelic Furs - Until She Comes
Digable Planets - Cool Like That
Murray Head - One Night In Bangkok
Was Not Was - Papa Was A Rolling Stone
Nu Shooz - I Can't Wait
CCR - Down On the Corner
Rolling Stones - Miss You
Book of Love - I Touch Roses (long-stemmed version)
Belouis Some - Imagination
Kraftwerk - Musique Non Stop
Sugarcubes - Hit
Nerd - She Wants To Move (DFA Mix)
Sheena Easton - Strut
Michael Jackson - Billie Jean
David Bowie - Cactus
Rapture - Sister Savior
Kraftwerk - Home Computer
Tribe Called Quest - Footprints
Fatboy Slim - the Pimp
Boney M - Daddy Cool
Macha - Until Your Temples Are Pounding
New Order - True Faith
Kon Kan - I Beg Your Pardon
Peplab - Lucky Lucky
The Real Tuesday Weld - Bathtime in Clerkenwell
(Don't Remember) - Shake Your Coconuts
Lipps Inc - Funkytown
Erasure - Chains of Love
Human League - Don't You Want Me
Audio Bullys - Ego War
Tribe Called Quest - Can I Kick It?
Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb
I'm A Robot - Alive
Lou Reed - Satellite of Love (extended remix)
The Clash - Stand by Me
BAD - The Bottom Line
Nitzer Ebb - Lightning Man
Madonna - Like a Virgin
Run DMC - Tricky (SFX Remix)
ABBA - Voulez Vous
SOM - First and Last and Always
Biz - Silver Spon
Anything Box - When We Lie
Stone Roses - Fools Gold (Rabbit in the Moon Remix)
Kraftwerk - Computer World
Freeze Pop - When You're Lying Next to Me
PIL - This is Not a Love Song
DM - Personal Jesus
Bronski Beat - Why?
Erasure - Blue Savannah
Kenna - Free Time
Yaz - Bad Connection
PM - The Scarlet Thing in You
Human League - Sound of the Crowd
Smiths - There is a Light that Never Goes Out
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

remembering an old pal

Andy and I got the horrible news the other day that an old friend of ours passed away very suddenly a few months ago, in a most tragic, unfortunate manner. Out of respect for her and her family, I'm not gonna say much about it here, I just wanted to pause and remember Frederique - Fred, to us. She was sweet, lovely, and unfortunately just not right for this world of ours. We thought very fondly of her, and are deeply saddened by the news of her passing. Our hearts go out to Fred's parents and sister - we will never forget the lovely weekend they spent with us in DC, and cannot possibly fathom the void that this loss has caused them.

We'll miss you, Fred. Godspeed.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Cigarette Smoke = Stupid

Let it be known - my man friend and I used to smoke. A lot. Combined, about 3 packs a day. Then my grandmother died of heart disease, grandfather from lung cancer, and great-uncle from emphysema, so I decided that, while we were still young, Andy and I quitting was a good idea. We quit together around 1996 or so, and have been smoke-free ever since.

So, many of you might think this makes me one of those people who waves my hand in front of my face, gagging every time a ciggy is even remotely close to me. Not true. Seriously - it's TOTALLY a personal choice. I actually get angrier when peeps I know don't wear a helmet while bike riding. Do that, my friends, and you will feel my wrath.

In fact, if you want to suffer a long, slow, dismal, painful, drowning, horrible, hacking, lung-chunks-on-your-pillow death because of your habit, more power to you. Good luck with that whole trach-tube cleaning thing later in life.

That said - I still feel crappy in my lungs from Right Round the other night. So in a way I kinda hope they ban smoking in clubs. But I do have to admit that going out in SF and NY is really odd - cause you come home smelling pretty much exactly as you did when you left the house (humidity not withstanding...)

Anyway, just wanted to rant after the last chest-rattling cough-fest I experienced a few minutes ago.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Right Round UP! - 7/16 - Setlist and commentary


Last night was, in a word, amazing.

First, allow me to comment on the weather. Holy shit. There's my comment. Comedian Dennis Miller, jerk that he has become, once (when he was still liberal, and IMHO, therefore funny) commented on a storm being so bad, that it was a "torcano". Dude. This was some torcano, let me tell you. I got to the Black Cat around 8pm or so - it had rained on and off all afternoon, but I caught a dry patch, thank god, and managed to get in and set up with my hair in tact.

I started hearing "booming" sounds through the ceiling above me around 8:30, and in spite of the sound guy's assurances that the noise was coming from the air conditioning, it became increasingly apparent to me that this might actually be that natural phenomenon known as "thunder". I'm an idiot, forgive me. Anyway, I walked downstairs, to the big, glass front doors of the club, only to discover that somehow the Black Cat was going through a car wash. A seemingly impenetrable wall of water was beating against the doors, flooding the street, and generally looking utterly hopeless. I mean, if I were getting ready to go out and saw that crap, I'd be like, "uh UH - I'm staying home with a good hour of Matlock and going to bed, bitches..."

So I spent the better part of the next hour huddling over the BC office computer, looking at doppler forecasts and animated storm-path projections, and giving myself a manicure with my teeth. It was pure, grade A suckage. But the storms were blowing over in small bursts, apparently, so eventually the weather subsided - just in time.

The dance party itself was phenominal. It seemed like every person who kept saying that they were going to come out for months on end actually showed up with 5 people in tow. The final count was somewhere around 470 or so, and this was a crazy group of hopped up dancing fools, let me tell you! I hesitate to point out specific 'incidents' from the evening, as the person or persons involved might read this posting, but let's just say that crazy and alcohol do not mix. Actually, that combination in the right setting can make some people downright creepy. Like the lady who called me over to make a request, then latched onto my arm, said something that sounded like, "wussa funk shebadew simmuh haas" and tried to kiss me. YIKES. But that wasn't all this classy lady did. Oh no. She set her VERY FULL drink down on a sign that said "DO NOT SET DRINKS ON THE STAGE" So that she could hoist herself up and LAY DOWN on yet another sign that said, "PLEASE STAY OFF THE STAGE". Hooray! Her friends made her get down, but that didn't stop this rebel! Nosirree! She then stood right in front of me, yelling a bunch of other stuff, just about as comprehensible as the above comment. Every time someone I knew would come up to say hi, she'd push her way between us and try to talk to me again. I got really good at the "death grip hug / ignore the crazy freak" maneuveur as the evening wore on. Thankfully, crazy people get distracted easily, so she finally went away.

My folks showed up and stayed through to the bitter end. At first, they just sat on the sidelines, but my mom actually came to the front of the stage and got up with the get-down for several hours. It was GREAT!!!! My pallies were so sweet to her, and totally pulled her into their dancing circle as the unofficial Club Mom! CUTE. I later talked to Bartender Al, who told me that he kept pouring them crazy strong drinks, so that kinda explains that. :) I do get a chuckle trying to visualize them right now - being the people who normally get up around 2:30 - 3:00 in the morning. Paradigm shift, anyone! Anyhoo, they seemed to have a great time, so I was super thrilled about that.

So the 2:00 bell tolled, and it was time to wrap things up. Which I did. So the kids asked for 1 more song. Then another. Then another. Then they started chanting, "e, e, e, e, e" ...what could I do? I played another 2 for them. And remember, I'm dancing just as much as they are, so I was DYING by that time. I literally had to unplug my gear to give them the hint that I was stopping! It was such a blast.

Anyway, without further adieu, here's the setlist, to the best of my recollection. I know there were a couple of things that I changed around, but I likely won't remember them all 100% accurately. So sue me.

Oh, and I put *s next to anything peeps requested.

Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer
* The Clash - Guns of Brixton
The Smiths - How Soon Is Now?
XTC - Dear God
Siouxsie ATB - Dear Prudence
Alphaville - Big In Japan
Human League - Fascination (extended remix)
Talking Heads - Psycho Killer
Siouxsie ATB - This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both of Us
Erasure - Drama
Squeeze - Take Me, I'm Yours
Spandau Ballet - Chant No. 1
Stereo MCs - Step It Up (extended remix)
Boney M - Daddy Cool
Depeche Mode - People Are People (remix)
James - Say Something
Morrissey - You're the One for me, Fatty
The Killers - Mr. Brightside
Gang of 4 - At Home He's A Tourist
OMD - Enola Gay
New Order - Crystal
* The Kinks - You Really Got Me
Tears For Fears - Shout
* The Animals - Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Erasure - A Little Respect
Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy
Blur - Girls & Boys
Sugarcubes - Birthday (dance remix)
Book of Love - Tubular Bells / Pretty Boys & Pretty Girls
* New Order - Temptation
Miss Kittin - Rippen Kitten
* Yaz - Don't Go
Erasure - Love to Hate You
Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb
When In Rome - The Promise (remix)
* Echo ATB - Bring on the Dancing Horses
Big Country - Big Country
The Romantics - Talking in Your Sleep
The Bravery - Public Service
Aha - The Sun Always Shines On TV
OMD - We Love You
* The Clash - London Calling
The Smiths - Panic
* New Order - Blue Monday
Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You
* Talking Heads - And She Was
Bananarama - Venus
The Killers - Somebody Told Me
Depeche Mode - Behind the Wheel / Route 66
Pulp - Disco 2000
Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
Siouxsie ATB - Peek A Boo
The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
Blondie - Call Me
* Hot, Hot Heat - Bandages
Dee Lite / New Order - Groove Is in the Heart / Bizarre Love Triangle mashup
* Modern English - Melt With You (remix)
Peter Schilling - Major Tom
Le Tigre - Deceptacon
* Rolling Stones - Paint It Black
The Primitives - Crash
Aha - Take On Me
* The Go Gos - We Got the Beat
* Devo - Whip It
* Nena - 99 Luft Balloons
* Billy Idol - Dancing with Myself
* The Jam - Town Called Malice
Violent Femmes - Prove My Love

* Violent Femmes - Blister In the Sun
* Dexy's Midnight Runners - Come on Eileen
* Always Something There To Remind Me (too lazy to get up and see who did this)
* B52s - Rock Lobster

Saturday, July 16, 2005

why, why, WHY!!!???

So, here I sit... bleary-eyed...

Woke up at 6:00 this morning.


this morning.

god damn it.

My brain decided to have a chat with me, which went a little something like this:

BRAIN: Um, e... you awake?

e: *sputter, cough* Huh, whu....

BRAIN: e... you 'wake, buddy? You sleepin' down there?

e: *one eye open* huh....???

BRAIN: Hey, I was just thinking... since you're awake and all... did you do all that paperwork you were telling me about last night?

e: trying to sleep... eyes not focusing...

BRAIN: Heh. Good one, e - no, but seriously. That whole paperwork thing. You know, cause I was just thinking about it, and I'm thinking that you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY need to get up RIGHT NOW and take care of that.

e: *looks at clock* dude... 6am... shhhhhhh

BRAIN: Yeah, got it. Saw that. So yeah. Oh, and I'm thinking you might forget something this evening at Right Round, and fail miserably. I just figured I could tell you a little more about all of the things that might go wrong if you don't get up RIGHT NOW. Oh, and did I mention that you probably forgot to pay that Verizon bill that you told me about last week? Yeah, that and you might want to get a jump start on making signs for tonight. You'll need a merch sign, and a mailing list sign...

e: dude. got it. SHUT UP, wouldya?! *falling back to sleep*


e: huh?

BRAIN: HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY - LISTEN TO ME, LISTEN TO ME, LISTEN TO ME. Did you remember to write down that one mix you came up with last night? That was a good one, boss. I'm dying to sing that mix right now for you - over, and over, and over. Ready? Boom, bap, boom boom bap - then you come in on the 3 AND - boom a boom bap, boom boom boom bap. Remember? Heh heh. That was fun. I'm gonna sing that for you 500 more times now. Ready? Boom, bap, boom boom bap - then you come in on the 3 AND - boom a boom bap, boom boom boom bap. Ready? Boom, bap, boom boom bap - then you come in on the 3 AND - boom a boom bap, boom boom boom bap. Ready? Boom, bap, boom boom bap - then you come in on the 3 AND - boom a boom bap, boom boom boom bap.

e: OKAY, for GOD's SAKE - I'm UP. JEEZ....

BRAIN: You might want to think about taking a nap sometime today, by the way.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

oh. my. god.

Check this out:

Mind you, this may be offensive to some people - or some djs.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

I heart NY

I spent last weekend in New York. Boy was that fun!!!! No, seriously, I mean it! I had a good time. Andy was up there to take the first of 3 tests to become a master sommelier. For the uncultured among you, a sommelier is a wine steward. He's the guy who comes to your table and helps with the wine choices for your dinner. A MASTER sommelier is someone who actually can tell the conditions that the grapes were grown under, just by smelling the wine!!!! Très impressionnant, non ? Wanna know more about the test? Click here.

Anyhoo, we rode the train up on Saturday - and got to hear the guy behind us whine and bitch for the ENTIRE ride about how he not only didn't have enough proof of residency to register his car in Virginia, but that he lost the remote earpiece to his cell phone AND wasted $200 on train tickets. To top it off, of the 3, count 'em 3 people he told this story to, he yelled at 2 of them for trying to give him advice. YELLED. What a dick.

So yeah, got there on Saturday, wandered a bit in Greenwich Village, then met up with our pals Paul and Yalan for dinner at Lupa, a yummy Italian restaurant. Proceeded after that to stumble into a restaurant/bar we came upon called Otto afterward. Otto provided a really nice fishbowl in which one could observe the true meaning of "bridge and tunnel people". I mean, I know New York is one of the fashion capitals of the US, but come on, people??!!! Must you be such lemmings??!! From the "cammi tops" (I FRIGGIN HATE THAT TERM) to the white prairie skirts with the cowboy boots, I seriously thought I'd stepped into a stepford bar, where everyone was given the dress code beforehand. With as many collective tattoos as the 3 of us (not including Paul, who is bare) have, combined with our absolute BUBBLE when it comes to the trends of fashion, we were strangers in a strange land. I will say that the space was AMAZINGLY cool to look at, and their method of telling people when their reservations are is the neatest I've ever seen. I'll just leave it at that - go see them!

The next day, Andy was in class, so I scraped myself out of bed, and decided to go for a wander in SOHO, the Village, etc. Maybe do a little shopping, maybe get mommy a new pair of shoes... you know... the usual. SHA - freakin 'SPENSIVE. Call me a rube - but then read that comment above about being in a bubble. Anyway, I finally found the East Village, where I felt a bit more at home. St. Marks Place was like Sesame Street for punk kids. I bought jeans, a new pair of kewl black and white creepers, and a belt with a spinning 45 thingy as the belt buckle. I shit you not. HOT STUFF, I tell ya. Met up with Andy after his class, and we went over to WD 50 for dinner. Dudes. Vegetarian tasting menu (with seafood). That's all I'm going to say. Oh yeah - and FRIGGIN' GO THERE. It was wonderful. After a rather harrowing walk home (stupid high heels) we poured ourselves in to bed.

Got up and went to work from my company's NY office while Andy did the last day of his test. It was fairly uneventful - except that my darling man-friend PASSED!!!!

YAY ANDY!!! If you read the link above regarding the other 2 tests, you know that he has a LOT of work to do in order to get his final title, but he's doing amazingly well so far. I'll keep you posted!!!

So that was our NY adventure. I loved it. Really got a better sense of Manhattan than ever before. I would never leave my darling D of C, but it was fun to visit. Lemmings and all.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

CRASH - Setlist 7/6 (Featured Artist - Morrissey)

So, my dear friend and superstar bartender Joe was feeling poopy last night - what better way to cheer him up (or at least make him feel better about himself) than by playing a ton of Morrissey!

Here's the set - constructed like a nice warm musical blanky for my pallie:

The Smiths - How Soon Is Now?
Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood
Suede - Animal Nitrate
ABBA - Take a Chance on Me
The Smiths - Girlfriend In a Coma
Paul Simon - 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover
The Creatures - Fury Eyes
The Faint - Take Me to the Hospital
The Sugarcubes - Cold Sweat
The Animals - Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Nine Inch Nails - Head Like a Hole
Book of Love - I Touch Roses (Long Stemmed Version)
Morrissey - Last of the Famous International Playboys
Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence
Enon - Shoulder
The Cramps - Human Fly
Boney M - Daddy Cool
Soviet - Flaunt It
New Order - Shell Shock
The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves
Peplab - Give 'Em A Call
OMD - Locomotion
Anything Box - When We Lie
Sinead O'Connor - Mandinka
The Las - There She Goes
Morrissey - Every Day Is Like Sunday
Miss Kittin - Rippin Kitten
Toploader - Dancing In the Moonlight
Erasure - Star
Kenna - Freetime
Undertones - Teenage Kicks
Kinks - You Really Got Me
Caesars - Jerk It Out
The Hollies - Bus Stop
Bravery - Fearless
Gang of Four - At Home He's a Tourist
Morrissey - You're the One for Me, Fatty
Tom Jones - It's not Unusual
They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng
The Church - The Unguarded Moment
Zombies - She's Not There
Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You
Echo And the Bunnymen - Lips Like Sugar
Blur - Song 2
The Smiths - There is a Light That Never Goes Out
Iggy Pop - The Passenger
Sisters of Mercy - Marianne
The Go Gos - We Got the Beat
Hot Hot Heat - Bandages
The Killers - Mr. Brightside
Pulp - Common People
Bloc Party - Banquet
The Strokes - Barely Legal
Elefant - Ester
Morrissey - Suedehead
Lush - Ladykillers
Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out
The Jam - Town Called Malice
New Order - Regret
Rolling Stones - Paint It Black
B52s - Own Private Idaho
Kim Wilde - Kids In America
Ladytron - Deceptacon

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I do love my Independance

Dudes - good weekend!!!

Thursday Andy and I did a diving refresher course out at a pool near Sea Ventures, our dive shop. Mainly 'cause we're doing a couple of dive vacations (see below) but also 'cause we just bought new bcs (buoyancy compensators, for the uninitiated - thank you house re-fi!!!!), and new dive computers, and wanted to try both out in a VERY controlled environment. It was fun - gear worked well, and there's nothing quite as surreal as sitting on the bottom of a pool, looking up at people swimming.

Friday night, andy and I went over to the 9:30 Club, to see a screening of 930 F Street, - a REALLY kick ass documentary about the evolution of the 9:30 club. Loved it. Of course, Andy used to work at the old club for a few years, then at the new club for a year or so; so the people we know from there are like a 2nd family. Plus, we spent the better part of our formitave years going to matinees and shows at that place - so truthfully? I don't know if a person who doesn't get terms like "old club smell" would get it. But... that could be my "scenester" snobbery talking...

Saturday, not much going on. Kept working on knitting my pretty orange scarf, did some paperwork, putzed around the house. That's about it.

Sunday we went diving out at Millbrook Quarry. Totally fun, really chill - the weather was AWESOME - no humidity, 80 degrees, sunny with clouds. Made wearing the 7mm wet suit at least a little bearable. Anyway, we had a blast. The quarry is actually a diver's testing/practice spot. They've sunk a bi-plane, winnebago, school bus, writing desk, all kinds of stuff in there at varying depths that one can practice navigating to and diving around. It can be hard to see in there when there are tons of divers, kicking up silt. Plus it gets ass cold, I don't mind saying. But, A and I stayed at about 20-40 feet, and it was super fun. Even had some fishies tagging along with us for the dive. Came home and did a whole lot of NOTHING! Yeah.

All that diving is in prep for a trip up to Canadaland in August - we're heading up to visit some friends who are vacationing/living up there. In addition to trips to Vancouver and Waterloo to see each group, respectively, we're also diving in the St. Laurence river. It's apparently super clear, full of shipwrecks, and something like 70 degrees. I'll believe it when I'm there, of course...

Plus, we're going to Bonaire in Rocktober. Love the Bonaire. It's a little island in the Dutch Antilles (Aruba, Bonaire, Curacao) that's very, very easy to get to from our United States! It's boring as hell if you're not a scuba diver, but totally amazing if you are! There are something like 65 dive sites that are accessible from the shore - plus the water is super clear and 85 degrees, even at 110 feet - I know, I've been all the way down there!!! Aside from that, there are a few little restaurants and shops, but not much touristy stuff to do. You have to really like a whole lot of nothin' if you're not under the ocean.

For our 4th - I finished my scarf! I'll post a pic of it soon - it's very purty. Also started another one that's more of a purple gossamer thread. mmmm...fuzzy. Last night we headed up to b-more (as we've done for the last few years) to hang out and watch fireworks with J and Janet Robbins and friends. They were great company, as always, but I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed with Baltimore's showing this year. Kinda lackluster. One highlight was when a neighbor's bottle rocket zoomed up and whizzed around J and Janet's roof deck. YIKES!!!

Came home and passed out to the sounds of neighborhood kids blowing stuff up. Bonus.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

some cool Right Round stuff

Why, hello again!

It's simply been ages, eh?

Anyhoo, I'm totally jazzed - Right Round UP is about 2 weeks away - a beautiful thing, considering that I'm gonna have lots and lots of merch for my peeps. Shirts, maybe some buttons, the works! I'm in the process of having girly ts made, so that's a super gigantic bonus.

Then, in August, I'm joining forces with Mark Zimin from Mousetrap and doing a combined ticket for both of our nights - it'll be $10, with unlimited access to the upstairs and downstairs all evening. How cool is that???

Aside from that, not much else to report. Because I am boring.

Friday, June 24, 2005

stuff, stuff, STUFF!!!

Okay, so quick parenthetical side note: I'm going to be an auntie again! Yay!

So far, I have:

- a nephew Rob (product of my sister-in-law Amy), who is 9, lives up in MD, and is a baseball prodigy (seriously, the kid could hit the ball over the house at age 2).
- a niece Gabrielle (product of my oldest sister Jen), who is 3, lives in France, and is such a cutie pie, it scares me. Especially with the baby French. Holy crap.
- a nephew Owen (product of my youngest sister Mandy), who is almost 2, lives in Florida, and, according to his mommy, is a curious little monkey.

Baby #4 is also from my sister Jen, and we found out today will be a boy.

Anyway, look at me, being all braggy!

So, last night, in spite of the fact that I could've fallen asleep standing up, I went to see Ted Leo and the Pharmacists at the 9:30 Club. I've grown to absolutely love his new album, Shake the Sheets, so I was pretty excited about the prospect of seeing him live. Andy has seen him about 4 times now, and said it shouldn't be missed.

Anyway, he totally lived up to his reputation as an amazing performer. Every note seemed like it had a spring attached - rhythms were driving, music bounded at you, pushed you over, and jumped up and down on you. It was that good. His stage presence was also incredible - from just standing there with that indie-kid-herky-jerky-guitar-guy playing style, to literally bounding around the stage in time to the music, this guy knew how to move. DEFINITELY offset the other 2 guys in his band - both awesome, incredible musicians, but with a stage presence on par with New Order (in other words, you may as well be looking at cardboard cutouts, with how little the guys moved around..) The bass player looked like he was stopping in between appearances on Fame and Welcome Back Kotter. Drummer had a really tight, minimalist style, but looked, for all intents and purposes, like my dad in 1978 (which is to say bald with long hair around the sides and a beard.)

Appearances aside, they were totally amazing, and a lot of fun. If I can cook up a setlist, I will post it as an addendum soon!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

zzzzzzzzz... huh, whu, WHA?!


3 1/2 hours of sleep = bad.

I dj'd last night at Felix (too dark in there to keep a setlist - sorry dudes), and felt truly fortunate that I was able to witness such amazing examples of the human race - from a distance.

Por ejemplo:

- The guy and girl who were obviously there with a group from work. Both were extremely drunk, and the guy was trying (very unsuccessfully, I might add) to cop a feel. It was like watching Pepe Le Pew and that girl cat from Loony Tunes. Except that this girl didn't walk under a freshly painted fence, only to get a white stripe along her back and be mistaken for a girl-skunk. Or maybe she did. I didn't ask.


- The OTHER really drunk guy who fell over. Repeatedly. And when I say "fell over", I don't mean he stumbled a little (although he did that too - a LOT). I mean that he full-on, flat-out, fell the f*ck over. Onto his back. Like, 5 times. And took some of his friends down with him more than once. He was, as I affectionately refer to those in his particular state of inebriation, "That Guy". And let me tell you, That Guy was a friggin spectacle. What amazed both myself and bartender Joe was that, most likely KNOWING how drunk That Guy was, his friends STILL brought him up a FREAKISHLY treacherous flight of steps to come to the Zipper Lounge. If you've never been there, imagine a 40-foot ladder (same width, same general angle if leaned against a perpindicular-to-the-ground, planar surface), then visualize carpet on that ladder, and you have the steps up to the Zipper Lounge. CRIMINY. I do have to say, I learned one very valuable lesson from That Guy (take notes, kids). If you wanna clear a room, all you have to do is act like you're gonna puke all over it. Well done, my friend - Joe and I thank you for robbing us of any and all income, jackass!

I think that was everything of note. Oh, no it isn't. I broke my headphones last night. In half. Now I have a monophone. Damn it.

Time to inject some OJ into my veins and pray that it kicks in sometime this century...

Monday, June 20, 2005

just knittin' away...

Just sitting here, multitasking... doing some paperwork and phone calling for the old dj biz, and knitting all at the same time - I am multi talented! I just learned how to knit a couple of months ago, perfectly in time for the freakishly hot DC summer. I guess that cute black cap with the pink skulls-and-crossbones will have to wait for the stupid winter...

Any of you who haven't lived through one of these annual DC fry-a-lators can not fully appreciate what it is like - but let me try and assist with a visual: imagine, if you will, sitting in 100 degree weather under a wool tent that's soaking wet - in a bad way. Not that a wool tent can be wet in a good way, I suppose, but I digress...

So yeah. Knitting. So far I've made one gigantic, multicolored 'hippie' hat, as my darling man-friend calls it, 1/2 of a matching scarf, which is now on hold (it is June, after all), the aforementioned 'skull' cap (hahahaha I=funny), a really cool sparkly pot holder (who knew that you needed, like, 500 balls of yarn to make one scarf out of the sparkly stuff, but anyway...) and finally, my knitting swan song, the burnt orange opera scarf. It's made of a silk/alpaca mix, and is just lovely - not to mention STUPID complicated. But I like it. so far it's about 1 1/2' long - and I still have tons of material to work with. I'm gonna make a companion one too that's lavendar and fuzzy. Yay! Both will be nice for summer - light, and in cool complementary colors, since most... actually all of my wardrobe is black and green, practically... now I just need shoes to match....

I get all of my stuff at Stitch DC - they are nice over there (even if it is in Georgetown) and being on their mailing list gets you all kinds of cool hookups. I'm hoping to be cool enough someday to knit a tank top or something rad like that... we shall see...

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Right Round - 6/18, and the Setlist

So WOW - Right Round was friggin crazy last night! 260 peeps came out for the get-down, and a good time was most certainly had by all. It was cute to see people wearing the t-shirts, definitely. The dancing fools danced to EVERYTHING - I was more than surprised.

lil'e mystery #2 revealed: In spite of the fact that I pre-plan my setlists, if it's not working, I switch it up on the fly. Lots of intuition helps me to know what to play when I have to do that, but mostly it's just experience.

My "stalker" contingent was present but not super hover-y. I have 2 who like very much to stand right by the booth and stare at me. For hours at a time. I shit you not. I've actually told these people that they are making me uncomfortable and that they need to go away. Doesn't always work. So yeah - you wanna know how to creep me out? Stand right next to me and stare at me for 2 hours. I know that I dance around, and that there's not a whole lot else to look at - but GOOD LORDY!!!!! I have a couple of satellite stalkers who stand across the room and do the staring thing, which is still a little weird, but at least they can be blocked by the dancing fools...

Anyway, without further delay, here's the setlist. (and NO, I'm not going to name which remix, if it's remixed. Admit it, you don't really care that much...). Oh, and if I misspell something or get a title wrong or whatever, I'm sure you'll live without having to point it out to me, k????


Duran Duran - Save a Prayer
Men Without Hats - Safety Dance
Murray Head - One Night In Bangkok
Erasure - Victim of Love
Falco - Der Kommisar
Morrissey - Every Day Is Like Sunday
Automaton - Obsession
Nitzer Ebb - Join In the Chant (remix)
Siouxsie - Fear (of the unknown)
New Order - True Faith
The Clash - don't know the song title, too lazy to figure it out
Human League - Don't You Want Me
Simple Minds - Love Song
Blancmange - Don't Tell Me
Tin Tin - Kiss Me (remix)
Erasure - Chains of Love (remix)
Book of Love - Boy (remix)
Echo and the Bunnymen - Bring on the Dancing Horses
Sinead O'Connor - Emperor's New Clothes
Nena - 99 Luft Balloons
Violent Femmes - Prove My Love
Depeche Mode - Behind the Wheel
Pet Shop Boys - Left to My Own Devices
Yaz - Don't Go
Duran Duran - Planet Earth
The Clash - London Calling
The Smiths - Panic
Siouxsie - The Passenger
Depeche Mode - People Are People (remix)
Dead Or Alive - Brand New Lover (remix)
U2 / Pet Shop Boys - Where the Streets Have No Name (mashup)
Peter Schilling - The Different Story
Anything Box - Living In Oblivion
OMD - Goddess of Love
Flesh for Lulu - I Go Crazy (remix)
Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
NO - Temptation
Duran Duran - Hungry Like the Wolf
Blondie - Atomic
Gang of 4 - Tourist
Cult - She Sells Sanctuary
Smiths - There is a Light That Never Goes Out
OMD - Telegraph
The Cars - Shake it Up
The Cure - In Between Days
Flock of Seagulls - I Ran
Men Without Hats - Pop Goes the World
U2 - I Will Follow
The Clash - Spanish Bombs
The Cure - Just Like Heaven
Aha - Take On Me
New Order - Age of Consent
Kim Wilde - Kids In America
Peter Schilling - Major Tom
Go Gos - We Got the Beat
B52s - Own Private Idaho
Violent Femmes - Gone Daddy Gone
Oingo Boingo - Little Girls
Vapors - Turning Japanese
Billy Idol - Dancing with Myself
The Smiths - This Charming Man

Encore - Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart

WHEW! Aside from one dreadful mix, the rest of the night went without a hitch. I'll add some photos when they become available!

Friday, June 17, 2005

shirts -n- shit

My shirts look cool. There, I said it. HUGE, gigundous shout out to Jeremy at Jump Start Screen Printing for an awesome job and super duper fast turnaround.

Dudes, I'm so gonna trick mine out with custom stitching... y'all are gonna be SO jealous....

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

shhhh... don't tell...

I know that I'm at work, and I know that I should be doing worky things, but dudes, I am not so much in a working mode.

A) Because my brain seems to think that it needs to jam all kinds of signals into my noggin all at one time;

Secondly) Because of the above, I just keep getting distracted by every damn signal that's passing through.

ugh... so what's up in there, you ask? Let's see:

Primarily, getting ready for June's Right Round and July's Right Round - UP! is controlling me at the moment. I have about 1/2 hour of the set for the June RR figured out so far. Not a lot, but for me that's pretty good, considering that last night I also pulled all of the records I am planning to draw from as well. Usually I'm good for an hour or more at a time when I'm purely working on the setlist.

So yeah, lil' e mystery #1 revealed: for Right Round I take a total pre-prep approach, mainly because it is my little wee baby, and I can hardly send my baby out in public with plaid pants and a polka-dotted shirt on, now can I? It's a tricky thing, throwing such a genre-specific night every month. Sometimes I feel utterly paralyzed by all the musical choices I can put out there. "Will they dance to obscure stuff, more known stuff, wacky stuff, etc, etc, etc....????" is often my internal dialogue, up through the event itself. You'd be amazed how certain songs can pack the floor one month, then clear it out the next. Additionally, even though I may LOVE a song (example, "Brilliant Mind" by Furniture, one of my all-time faves), EVERYONE else in the room may think it's crap, and subsequently that my favorite song of all time is a good cue for them to clear the room.

Ah, such is the life of a dj, I suppose.

I know there are djs out there who really don't give a damn if anyone likes what they're playing - I can TOTALLY respect that viewpoint, however it's not one that I share. My deepest desire is to be like the pied piper of hamelin, making feets move uncontrollably. I know that when I go out dancing, I love nothing more to hear all of my favorites, one after another, even if I've heard them 100 times before. Anyway, without getting to mushy or justify-y, all I can say is that this tactic has worked brilliantly so far, and the kids seem to dig it, so I say, why mess with a good thing?

Anyway, I got my postcards yesterday for both Right Round and Crash, and the Right Round ones are great. The Crash ones have a printing problem, so I'm hoping for replacements. There are 5,000 copies of each, so the other thing that keeps plaguing my thoughts is where to put them all... I have a fairly good idea here in DC, but would be totally open to suggestions (along with addresses, people, I'm not omniscient) for locations in VA and MD... hint, hint...

My understanding is that the shirts will be printed and shipped tomorrow, so although I was hoping to have them by the 18th, my guess is that it'll be more like next week, and therefore ready for Right Round - UP! My only dilemma is pricing, but I'm guessing that once I've seen the shipping cost, I'll have a better idea of what to charge.

Okay, the voices are slowing down a bit, so perhaps that's my cue to get back to work....

Sunday, June 12, 2005

New Music, New Music, New Music!!!

Weekend recap:

Friday - downloading music. aside from that, a whole lot of nada. woo hoo.
Saturday - Mousetrap, briefly. My pal DJ Trickster did a great job as guest dj this month - kudos Trickster!
Sunday - I'm thinking of walking over to Sparky's to get a chai... you can see how all of this is panning out...

Anyway, I went on a rather large downloading frenzy this weekend, and got some freakishly good stuff to add to the hiphop/bhangra/dancehall portion of my collection. I have realized my deficiencies in that area, but to be honest, a lot of hiphop that's on the radio makes me crazy, so it takes a little digging to find what I like, which is to say the creeping, swingy, dance-hall / ska style hiphop. If you don't know what I'm talking about, come see me at Saint Ex when I do Tinderbox some time. You'll hear some of the slow stuff in that style.

Por ejemplo, I did download tons and tons of stuff by the Gorillaz, some new stuff by Beenie Man, bunches and oodles of stuff from Panjabi MC A great Boney M track called Daddy, and this kick ASS version of Snoop's Drop it Like it's Hot (the DJ XLS Next Episode Mix) dudes... seriously, good scores all. BUT, the stand out favorite was this freakishly cool version of Paul Simon's 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Playgroup. Holy crap. So friggin good.

So yeah, if you need a mental picture of me this weekend, imagine a goole-eyed version of me sitting in front of my laptop like an insane person on a mission. Lovely, eh?

Friday, June 10, 2005

Usually I think these things are silly, but....

Somebody passed this one along to me, and I thought it was funny

...très approprié, as I do consider myself a woman of mystery... non?

What Pulp Fiction Character Are You?

You're a hardworking individual enshrouded by an overwhelming sense of mystery, beauty, and intrigue. Though always on the go, you keep focused, helping -- often rapturing -- those you meet.

Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.

Another weekend of... nothing!

Wow, I'm starting to feel like a total lame-o - I literally have NOTHING going on, for 2 weekends in a row! I do have business meetings tonight and tomorrow night, but other than that, nothing! I'm thinking that if I get the flyers delivered today, I might just go on a flyering blitzkrieg to start prepping for Right Round UP.

Anyway, it'll be a great weekend to organize my records and start working on next week's Right Round. Then, maybe I'll go to the movies... by myself...


NAH, but I'm sure other stuff'll come up - I actually do need to do a little record hunting - one for some beats to throw behind stuff, and two for records by the Gorillaz. I just heard them last night courtesy of DJ D-Mac at Saint Ex. Good stuff, fo' shizzle.

Anyway, that's me. Perhaps I'll see you in the CVS pharmacy buying eyedrops or something equally befitting the way I'm feeling about my lameness right at the moment.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

YAY Erasure!

So, I went to see Erasure last night at the 9:30 club with my friend Kate. We're sitting up in the VIP balcony, and this nice guy (Anthony) with tons of tattoos comes up to us and starts talking - about tattoos, about Erasure, general chit chat. Anyway, I see that he's wearing an all-access pass, and ask him what he does for the band. Turns out he's their dj. I ask a little more about that. He tells me how Andy Bell initially found him (spinning at a club in New Orleans), how he's been touring with them, spinning their after parties, etc. Very COOL guy, really funny. Also, it turns out that this guy is now Andy Bell's boyfriend.

Anyway, we chatted through the show, danced like fiends (duh) and generally had a great time. Of course Erasure is a total blast to see live - tons and tons and gobs and loads of energy - with a gaggle of amazing costume changes that come along with the whole experience!!! Here's the setlist, for anyone who is interested:

No Doubt
Knocking On Your Door
Ship Of Fools
All This Time Still Falling Out Of Love
Rapture (totally f*cking amazing - Vince Clarke did the rap on a telephone hooked up to a mic. That man has a truly great voice, in case you were wondering...)
Some pretty classical thing that Andy sang - don't know what it was
Breath Of Life
A Little Respect
I Broke It All In Two
Chains Of Love
Love To Hate You
Blue Savannah
Victim Of Love
Oh L'Amour
I Bet You're Mad At Me

So anyway, back to the story....

Anthony said he'd like to have a drink with us after the show, so the 3 of us went down to the back bar after, and just hung out and chatted for an hour or so. He and I just really clicked - we had really similar philosophies about djing, ect. It was pretty neat, and we actually exchanged email addresses, talked about working
together, etc.

He then said, "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere". So, he then comes back with Andy and Vince. No shit. Anthony told me he just HAD to introduce us. Well, um, okay!!!!!

They sat at our table for quite some time, and we all talked about nothing in particular while watching the boys get bombarded by their fans. I swear, the only gushing I did was to tell Andy that I have more of his records in my collection than anyone elses, which is true. Anyway, they were SUPER DUPER nice - I couldn't believe it. They eventually had too much of it, and ran off to do whatever it is gay rockstars do after shows...

So yeah. No matter what happens in future, if anything, that most definitely ranks up there as one of the best evenings I've had in quite some time.

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Check it out, dudes. It's my Right Round t-shirt. Isn't it cool!? The caption says - you spin me. Yay!

Lots of stuff, in spite of a whole lot of nothin'

So I'm sitting here on Sunday, realizing that I truly haven't done anything this weekend. That, for me, is an absolute first.

That said, I DID send out the artwork to Jump Start Screen Printing for my t-shirts this week, and am sending out 2 postcards to get printed from . Both are GREAT groups for fast turnaround, good quality work.

I'm also excited about the news this week that I'm going to spin July's Right Round upstairs! Yay!

Anyway, I'm off to clean up - Andy and I are going to a "Jazz Brunch" at our pal Conrad's house. Conrad is around 50, and had the good fortune of seeing all the greats of Jazz back in the 60s - I hear from Andy that he has some totally amazing stories. Anyway, I can't WAIT to go through his vinyl, dudes. Seriously.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Star Wars... if they could BAAAR wars....

I heart the Bill Murray Star Wars song... Anyway...

I saw the new Star Wars movie today with Andy, our 9 year old nephew Rob and my sis-in-law (Rob's mom)Amy - it was super, super good, I must say. And my nephew brought his light sabers along with him to the movie - CUTE!!!!

Episode V (the Empire Strikes Back, for all of you who have been living in a box since...oh... 1974 or so) is my very very favorite, but this latest episode is a close second. And it's not just because it's dripping with eVIL, although that doesn't hurt one bit. I'm not gonna give anything away, I just feel compelled to list out my likes, dislikes, and questions (in no particular order) about this newest installment of the Star Wars sextet:

- UM, the birth of friggin Darth Vadar, y'all. SHA!
- The way they ended this movie with sets / costumes / flair that were a total nod back to the 70s style of episodes IV through VI. LOVE the bad Prince Valiant, mullet-like haircuts, the funky 'future' costumes and weird white 'streamlined' hallways in one of the last scenes of the film. What's old IS really new again, huh???
- the accent of the little british 'youngling' right before he's mowed down by mean old Anakin.
- That funky lizard critter that Obi-Wan rides around on, and the fact that, even when they are close up on him in the scene, Obi-Wan still wiggles back and forth, all thoughtfully continuity-conscious-like.
- the "wheel machine" that General Grievous rides around on when Obi-Wan is chasing him on the lizard thingy I just mentioned. (I know those aren't the TECHNICAL terms for either mode of transportation, you geeks out there - no need to correct me, k?)
- I want arms like General Grievous. 'Nuff said.
- The way Yoda just knocked 2 of those red guard guys down with his BRAIN, dudes. UM, YEAH!
- Thank you, Jar Jar, for shutting the fuck up this time around. Meesa can't stand you.

- The fact that Anakin's *long* hair weave does NOT move. EVER. Lighten up on the Aqua Net, Mr. Lucas, K?
- Am I the only one who thinks Padme looks REALLY freaky with that long, curly hair??? Giant face much? YIKES.
- That said, the BAD dialogue during any and all love scenes from Episodes I, II and III. I know they had to build that part of the story and all, but SWEET JESUS...
- Kinda thought the Jedi deaths were a bit doofy, particularly that one girl on the trippy planet. LAME.
- The wookie planet second was a total rip off. I wanted to see those fuzzy dudes delivering unholy havoc on the invading troops, instead I got 2 seconds of running here and there. Again - LAME!

- Okay, so Yoda is, like, 5,000 years old, has proved himself a total badass time and again, but has one (granted, rather large) failure and 'has to go into exile' ?????? Sore loser, you are.
- So... on that note... are we all prepared to see Yoda turn back into a full-fledged puppet when we watch the movies in order?
- On that last point, especially the scene where Luke 'wears' yoda like a backpack while he trains...?
- I know they are Jedi and all, but shouldn't Anakin and Obi-Wan have shown an INKLING of hotfoot when they were battling each other 3 inches over the river o' lava???
- Aside from the burned up Annie on the banks of said river o' lava, was the violence really all that bad? I thought Luke getting stuffed into Han's critter in the aforementioned Episode V was WAY grosser than anything in this movie!
- Mace, baby... You're the baddest brother in the galaxy. WTF with your lame death....???

Saturday, May 28, 2005

so.. um... okay...

I'm gonna come right out and say it. This blog thing freaks me out. Can't imagine that A) I have anything interesting enough going on in my noggin that anyone's gonna care to read about, and B) having said A, that I've not just set a precident for everything I say moving forward to be lame.

WHEW, so glad to get that off my chest!

So yeah, anyway....

This was one crazy freakshow of a week. I dj'd Wednesday at Crash, the new night I'm doing with Miss DJ PGee at Felix. It was really cool. I've been feeling a little stale lately with all the alt-pop, so it was kinda nice to be able to let loose and play whatever the hell I wanted to. A little electronicy jazz, a little hip hop, a little whatnot. Yay. BTW, that said, you all should check out this band Macha that I'm diggin right now. Kind of has an alt/indie flavor. If you can imagine something like instrumental rock of an Echo ATB nature mixed with indonesian gamelan overtones, that's kinda what they're like. I'm also obsessed with that crappy new hip hop song Mr. Lonely. I think the song is about the coolest, yet most freakishly annoying thing I've ever heard (much like that Milkshake song that everyone says they don't like, but I guarantee has had heads bopping in private, including yours truly). Anyway, Mr. Lonely has that unique ability to worm it's way into your gray matter and hang out there waaaay longer than it should.

So then Friday I dj'd at Saint Ex. - and I have to say, in spite of the large contingent of kids with greek letters tattooed below the tazmanian devil on their ankles, I had fun making them my puppets with a bunch of weird stuff from my musical library. The kids shook their bugle-boy clad bums like there was no tomorrow, and I only got one request for Bon Jovi - bonus!!!

Oh, one thing, since I'm apparently in a chatty mood. I know it disturbs some of my RR peeps that I succumb to the frat rock and the hip hop on occasion. I'm not selling out, kids, I'm buying in, k? Just kidding - that's a line from one of my very fave movies, SLC Punk. Anyhoo... The truth is, I like all kinds of music. ALL kinds. Yes, including bluegrass, classic rock, and even metal, as some of my nearest and dearest can attest. I have sincerely ecclectic taste, and will tap my toes and shake my money maker to just about anything. That I can think of, there's no genre I won't at least give a moment of my time to. That said, I know some of the stuff I play at venues like St Ex might not sit well with RR regulars. I can appreciate that. But, to keep my love for all things spooky, dark, and Euro import 12" remixed, I must succumb to the dark side once in a while. You know, balance that alt-pop yin with the hip hop yang, or whatever.

So tonight I'm laying low, doing some dreaded yet necessary paperwork (whoever it was that said the dj business was all glamour should be strung up...) and hanging with my darling man-friend. Then, it's back to the grindstone djing a wedding tomorrow over the river in VA. WHEW!!! I am a busy gal, y'all, make no mistake. Luckily both Monday and next weekend will offer some reprieve, as they're pretty much the only days I don't have booked for the next 6 months. It's beautiful, but exhausting, I must say...

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Last night's fun and games

So yeah. Right Round was last night - totally fun, as always, and a good group going crazy until the very last. Some minor technical difficulties, but not so bad overall.

I'm thinking I might post setlists here - what do you guys think?

Friday, May 20, 2005

Well, hello there!

Just doing a little test on this thingy to see how it works. Talk amongst yourselves...